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March 01, 2017

Boston Marathon Hip Hop

(second in the Hip Hop series)

BOSTON MARATHON HIP HOP

(To be sung in your best rap voice)

It’s on Patriot’s Day when they emerge In Hopkinton where they converge. Across the line they soon will surge And purge any thoughts Of finishing first Only not to do their worst. And here’s the thing, come each spring That town’s the center of the universe.

Running it will take a while Bring all your cunning and your guile Cause the race to Beantown is 26 miles Then brace yourself and add two tenths I mean, how the hell did they get that length? But every marathon is that distance London, New York, Paris for instance Still, Boston is a rarity Why? You want some clarity?

Well, for Boston you must qualify In another race they certify For the age group that you specify To ensure your time will verify. So when you boast “I’m running Boston” The sentiment is not lost on Others, because it’s understood If you BQ you’re pretty damn good.

Then there is the history Run to the harbor and throw in some tea One if by land and two if by sea. And Paul Revere could he Steer that course without his horse? That I’d like to see.

Sure, it’s a race like no other See the faces on mothers, sisters and brothers Who greet the runners along the route on The streets of Ashland, Nattick and Newton.

At the halfway mark near Wellesley College The coeds are full of running knowledge And you’re acknowledged By so many voices, your only choice is To be astonished.

But soon after all that reelin’ and shoutin’ You may get a little feelin’ of doubtin’ Cause Heartbreak Hill can seem like a mountain (It’s really several hills but then who’s countin’). There’s apprehension and resignation Is that sweat on your brow or condensation? Just don’t let go of that determination And pay attention on that glorious ascension.

And when you crest it, or is that “if” You’ll soon be tested o you better be fit With so many miles left to go Your mind and body will let you know If your muscles cramp or your calf is tightening Then the last half could be so frightening Jus hang in there and keep on fighting And dang doesn’t all this seem exciting?

By now your time is measured in hours So you’ll treasure that view of the Hancock Tower Copley square? You’re almost there. Cheering is louder but you don’t dare Smile until the final mile.

And when you eventually cross the line You really won’t care about your time Because nothing there can ever diminish The fact that Boston you did finish. Be grateful cause not many can say it In your mind you’ll want to replay it Now take that medal and display it.

And after your head is once again clear You’re compensated with no more to fear And rehydrated with water and beer You’re so elated almost in tears The single thought you now hold dear Is “When do I qualify for next year.”

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